Yesterday's Promise Novels & Stories

"She's only staying for two days. She'll definitely move out before the wedding." I said nothing. I only looked at him coldly. He stepped closer and lowered his voice, trying to coax me. "I promise nothing will happen between Abbie and me. In my eyes, she is practically one of the guys. I am not attracted to her." The moment he said that, Abbie punched him lightly in the arm, pretending to be offended. "Who are you not attracted to?" she snapped. "You big idiot. Other than that face of yours, what do you even have going for you?"

She pleads, "Troy, let me go. I really can't stay here." Troy begs more sincerely than she does. "Nina, can you give me a day? I just want you to stay with me for one day." Nina can't refuse Troy. She can not refuse the deep pain and entreaty in his gentle eyes. She looks down with a sad smile. "I promise you." I promise you, because this is our last day. I promise you, because I will never see you again. I promise you, because from now on, I will erase you from my memory.

“For now.” We ate in silence for a few moments, though I could feel his eyes on me every so often. Finally, I set my fork down, unable to hold it in any longer. “Damian,” I began. “Yes?” I leaned forward a little, my eyes bright. “Do you remember what you promised me yesterday?” His brow arched. “Which promise?” “The nursery,” I said quickly. “You said we’d start today.” For a moment, his face was unreadable, as if I’d pulled him out of deep thought. Then he nodded slowly. “Yes, today.”

He was not sure what he wanted from her. He was obviously excited by her fear, yet bothered by it. “Who marries just because of a childhood promise. Why is mine coming to hunt? I also promised to give my childhood neighbor four children, is he also going to pop out?” she blurted and his cold gaze swept over her. “Your mouth is really quick, isn’t it? It moves before your brain can keep up,” he said. “I’m sorry,” she lowered her head. “I won’t kill you? At least not to keep my secret,” he said in frustration.

In that moment, Carmela knew exactly what she needed to say to ease her daughter’s mind, even if only for a moment. "Your daddy and I will find a way—any way—to bridge the gap between our world and yours," Carmela promised with quiet determination, her voice filled with a kind of resolute hope. There was no hesitancy in her words, only a fierce maternal love that refused to accept defeat. She had never given up on her daughter, and she would not start now. Carmela had always believed that there was a way to make things work, no matter how difficult the path might seem. She had seen too many impossible situations turn around with love and perseverance, and she was determined to bring that sam

I whispered, the promise that had been made years ago still echoing in my heart. --- T H E E N D ---

I smiled at what she said, swallowing the wine in the glass that had been her last translation there before the bottle shattered. "You know, I’m sick of those promises." I heard many sorts and tones of promises, pleasing, sobbing, and genuinely stating them, but it ended up violating those dumb pledges. " I sobbed as I remembered what Edward had promised me. He vowed he wouldn’t forget our anniversary, but he didn’t show up. I ended up dressing up as Mr. Throne and having wonderful sex with him. I’m sick and weary of all of Edward’s broken promises. My ideas and troubles have grown in number.

… “Yasmine, have you thought it through? “Do you really want to give up the job you worked so hard for and give up your future just to take care of your husband? “You are the backbone of our station, and you should know the provincial station offers its employees an opportunity to study abroad. The program starts in seven days. “This is a once-in-a-lifetime chance. I was planning to put your name forward. Please think about this carefully.” Yasmine stared at Emma Larson, the director of the TV station, who looked heartbroken. It took her a long time to process everything. Leo’s accident and her resignation had happened in 1977. Could it be that she had returned to the past?

I don't know if it was a dream or it did happen really when I felt a another wave of tingles run through me as a pair of lips touched my forehead and I heard a soft whisper. "I promise you won't ever cry again, my Eve. I've finally found you and I'll never let you go. Whatever the reason behind your tears are, I'll make sure to find out and this will be the last time they fall from your beautiful eyes. I'll keep my promise I made to you all those years ago. Sweet dreams, my Minnie."

how many promises had been broken before me? And how many would be broken still?